Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Carissa’s hair was a tangled mess. It was stiff with dried blood from the battle, and there were strands clumped together in all directions. Even a bird’s nest looked better.

Her wooden armor was torn and stained with blood, and her face was a canvas of grime and mud. She hadn’t bathed or washed herself in many days, and even the beggars on the street would appear neater compared to her.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Rafael asked, recalling how vibrant and lively she had been each year when visiting the Pathfinders Guild.

She seemed like a completely different person now.

Carissa’s cracked lips parted to utter a single word. “Hungry!”

Rafael snorted. “Yes, we’re all hungry. Just bear with it.”

“I’m so exhausted!” Carissa replied weakly, “I’m so tired I can barely stand.”

“Carissa!” Rafael said sternly. “Do you realize that no general in Starhaven’s history has defeated so many enemies on their first battlefield? Not even your father You’ve done something remarkable. So, hold your head up high and walk out there with pride.”

Carissa straightened up, adopting a proud posture, even though she hobbled with a pained limp and used her Rose Spear as a makeshift cane. Then, she made her way out of the command tent.

of sadness in his eyes. He had watched her

wasn’t much, it was

the senior commanders for a meeting. Carissa, still leaning on her Rose Spear,

The

together to plan the next battle. He pushed a chess

be

current number and weaponry of the allied forces of Westhaven and Sandoria, attacking the city

task.

“A feigned attack,

turned his gaze

the first time is a feigned attack. The second time is also a feigned attack, and the third time is the

her over.

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spear as support, Carissa walked over.

stood up, and pinched her cheek. “How did you become so

winced. “Marshal, that

heartily. “Once you’re a